CHAPTER EIGHT
Although it was late and her body was just one big ache by the time she got home, Wanda phoned Art. He wanted to drop everything and rush to her, but she tried to talk him out of it.
"I just had to talk to you darling and hear your wonderful voice again," she told him. "I'll be all right now. I'm going to soak in a hot bath for a while and everything will be fine. In the morning, I'll go to a doctor just to be on the safe side."
She listened to him for a minute then laughed. As she did, it sounded strange and wonderful. It was as if she hadn't laughed in years.
"No, darling, I'm on the pill, remember? It's other things I'm concerned about.
"Honestly, darling," she answered his next concerned question, "I'm not hysterical. It just feels so good to be alive and free and ab
